Trying to Score
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Fallon looked up and they both started giggling, knowing that neither one of them was capable of killing anyone. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Fallon nodded before she said, “I hope you’re right.”
Chapter 13
When did Fallon start caring about making perfectly circular pancakes?
“Mommy! When’s Lucas gonna be here?”
Oh yeah, she started caring when Lucas Brooks was coming for breakfast.
“Honey, I don’t know. It’s not even seven yet,” Fallon said, glancing at the clock. She had three minutes until he would be there and she was dreading it. She had stayed up all night, tossing and turning with worry about seeing Lucas again. He drove her crazy with his sly smiles, his cocky swagger and now that he was going to get to start knowing Aiden, she was scared out of her mind that Aiden was gonna love Lucas more than her.
Aiden let out a frustrated breath before running towards the window, where he promptly sat. Fallon rolled her eyes, plating the little Mickey Mouse and heart pancakes she had made. Aiden was very particular on the shape of his pancakes, and never could pick between Mickey Mouse and hearts. So Fallon always made both — it was their Saturday thing.
When Fallon’s windows started to shake, she knew Lucas was there before Aiden started yelling that he was. That was one thing that must have not changed; Lucas loved his music loud and his bass down low. Fallon smiled to herself as she started to sing the lyrics to the popular club song while Aiden threw the door open, running out on the porch to greet to Lucas. When Aiden let out a loud, ‘Hey Lucas,’ Fallon turned to see Lucas walking up the stairs with a grin on his face and eyes only for Aiden.
Lucas looked devilishly sexy in his fitted blue jeans and black team tee. His hair was wet under his black ball cap, and Lord help Fallon, he hadn’t shaved. Fallon’s eyes slowly shut as she could distinctly remember the feel of his stubble on her. She used to crave the rough sandpaper feel along her neck and br**sts. When he went between her thighs though, it was magic — pure freaking magic.
“Um, are we interrupting something?”
Fallon’s eyes flew open at the sound of Lucas’ voice. Her face flushed at being caught in a private moment before Aiden started to giggle.
“She’s always a zombie this early in the morning,” Aiden said as he sat down at the kitchen table. Lucas scoffed and when he eyes met his, she knew that he was on to her. She looked away quickly before pinning Aiden with a look.
“I am not,” Fallon complained as she moved to the stove where the pancakes sat warming as her son’s giggles filled the room.
“Morning, Fallon,” Lucas said.
“Morning, Lucas,” she said since he said morning to her. If he was nice to her, she would be nice to him.
She could at least do that.
When she looked up at him, Lucas gave her a small smirk before he looked down her sweat clad body. Fallon knew he was coming over, she should have worn something tighter, sexier – whoa! Why would she do that? It doesn’t matter what he thinks!
Fallon snatched the plate off the stove, hating herself for caring about what Lucas thought about her before going to the table to serve them. “Mickey or hearts?” Fallon asked Aiden.
“Um? I don’t know, which one do you want Lucas?” Aiden asked, glancing over at Lucas. Fallon did the same and Lucas wore a small smile on his face.
“I want your hearts.”
He said it so simply but with such meaning that Fallon’s breath hitched as her heart skipped a beat. Lucas shot her a knowing grin and she glared as she stabbed four of the hearts and placed them on his plate.
Aiden then said loudly, “Me too, Mommy!”
“You can have all my hearts,” Fallon said just for a stab at Lucas.
Aiden grinned up at her and when she glanced back at Lucas, he was wearing the same exact grin. The only difference was that Aiden was completely innocent while Lucas had nothing but heat in his eyes. Fallon finished serving them before getting her own plate and going to sit down. Aiden had already dug into his food, while Lucas watched Fallon’s every move. It felt so weird having him watch her like he used to. It used to make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world — now it just made her nervous.
She stumbled twice before finally making it to the table. She placed her plate down before grabbing the syrup from the middle of the table. When she looked up at Lucas, he was grinning as he cut up his pancakes.
What the hell was he grinning about?
Nothing was said as the two ate. Aiden never really talked when he ate, he was too busy shoveling food into his mouth to even get a word out edgewise. The boy was an eater and when Fallon looked next to Aiden, where Lucas sat, she saw that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Lucas too was shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Syrup dripped from the sexy stubble that covered his chin and her mouth watered at the sight. Fallon no longer wanted the syrup that covered her pancakes. More like the syrup from his chin, and lips, or hell, just dump it on him!
Ugh, she had to get out of there. Something was seriously wrong with her and she needed to seek help or get laid. It had been a while, maybe that’s why she was lusting after Lucas.
Or maybe it was just him.
Fallon shook her head in disgust and got up from the table without even touching her pancakes. She took her plate to the sink and when she turned, both Lucas and Aiden were looking at her.
“Mommy, you didn’t eat.”
“I’m not hungry honey, go ahead and finish up. I’m gonna go get ready for work,” Fallon said as she started out the kitchen. She heard him say okay before she hightailed it up the stairs. If she couldn’t even sit at a table with Lucas while eating breakfast, how the hell was she going to handle the next 11 years?
Fallon nodded before she said, “I hope you’re right.”
Chapter 13
When did Fallon start caring about making perfectly circular pancakes?
“Mommy! When’s Lucas gonna be here?”
Oh yeah, she started caring when Lucas Brooks was coming for breakfast.
“Honey, I don’t know. It’s not even seven yet,” Fallon said, glancing at the clock. She had three minutes until he would be there and she was dreading it. She had stayed up all night, tossing and turning with worry about seeing Lucas again. He drove her crazy with his sly smiles, his cocky swagger and now that he was going to get to start knowing Aiden, she was scared out of her mind that Aiden was gonna love Lucas more than her.
Aiden let out a frustrated breath before running towards the window, where he promptly sat. Fallon rolled her eyes, plating the little Mickey Mouse and heart pancakes she had made. Aiden was very particular on the shape of his pancakes, and never could pick between Mickey Mouse and hearts. So Fallon always made both — it was their Saturday thing.
When Fallon’s windows started to shake, she knew Lucas was there before Aiden started yelling that he was. That was one thing that must have not changed; Lucas loved his music loud and his bass down low. Fallon smiled to herself as she started to sing the lyrics to the popular club song while Aiden threw the door open, running out on the porch to greet to Lucas. When Aiden let out a loud, ‘Hey Lucas,’ Fallon turned to see Lucas walking up the stairs with a grin on his face and eyes only for Aiden.
Lucas looked devilishly sexy in his fitted blue jeans and black team tee. His hair was wet under his black ball cap, and Lord help Fallon, he hadn’t shaved. Fallon’s eyes slowly shut as she could distinctly remember the feel of his stubble on her. She used to crave the rough sandpaper feel along her neck and br**sts. When he went between her thighs though, it was magic — pure freaking magic.
“Um, are we interrupting something?”
Fallon’s eyes flew open at the sound of Lucas’ voice. Her face flushed at being caught in a private moment before Aiden started to giggle.
“She’s always a zombie this early in the morning,” Aiden said as he sat down at the kitchen table. Lucas scoffed and when he eyes met his, she knew that he was on to her. She looked away quickly before pinning Aiden with a look.
“I am not,” Fallon complained as she moved to the stove where the pancakes sat warming as her son’s giggles filled the room.
“Morning, Fallon,” Lucas said.
“Morning, Lucas,” she said since he said morning to her. If he was nice to her, she would be nice to him.
She could at least do that.
When she looked up at him, Lucas gave her a small smirk before he looked down her sweat clad body. Fallon knew he was coming over, she should have worn something tighter, sexier – whoa! Why would she do that? It doesn’t matter what he thinks!
Fallon snatched the plate off the stove, hating herself for caring about what Lucas thought about her before going to the table to serve them. “Mickey or hearts?” Fallon asked Aiden.
“Um? I don’t know, which one do you want Lucas?” Aiden asked, glancing over at Lucas. Fallon did the same and Lucas wore a small smile on his face.
“I want your hearts.”
He said it so simply but with such meaning that Fallon’s breath hitched as her heart skipped a beat. Lucas shot her a knowing grin and she glared as she stabbed four of the hearts and placed them on his plate.
Aiden then said loudly, “Me too, Mommy!”
“You can have all my hearts,” Fallon said just for a stab at Lucas.
Aiden grinned up at her and when she glanced back at Lucas, he was wearing the same exact grin. The only difference was that Aiden was completely innocent while Lucas had nothing but heat in his eyes. Fallon finished serving them before getting her own plate and going to sit down. Aiden had already dug into his food, while Lucas watched Fallon’s every move. It felt so weird having him watch her like he used to. It used to make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world — now it just made her nervous.
She stumbled twice before finally making it to the table. She placed her plate down before grabbing the syrup from the middle of the table. When she looked up at Lucas, he was grinning as he cut up his pancakes.
What the hell was he grinning about?
Nothing was said as the two ate. Aiden never really talked when he ate, he was too busy shoveling food into his mouth to even get a word out edgewise. The boy was an eater and when Fallon looked next to Aiden, where Lucas sat, she saw that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Lucas too was shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Syrup dripped from the sexy stubble that covered his chin and her mouth watered at the sight. Fallon no longer wanted the syrup that covered her pancakes. More like the syrup from his chin, and lips, or hell, just dump it on him!
Ugh, she had to get out of there. Something was seriously wrong with her and she needed to seek help or get laid. It had been a while, maybe that’s why she was lusting after Lucas.
Or maybe it was just him.
Fallon shook her head in disgust and got up from the table without even touching her pancakes. She took her plate to the sink and when she turned, both Lucas and Aiden were looking at her.
“Mommy, you didn’t eat.”
“I’m not hungry honey, go ahead and finish up. I’m gonna go get ready for work,” Fallon said as she started out the kitchen. She heard him say okay before she hightailed it up the stairs. If she couldn’t even sit at a table with Lucas while eating breakfast, how the hell was she going to handle the next 11 years?
